Even though it was only slightly cooler last night people were in jackets and cuddling. Walking down Locust on my way to Verizon, the moon was back lighting royal blue clouds, that were clearing the Deco-y upper facade of the Drake hotel. And breezes were coming down, almost like the canyon effect.
The cloud show continued today with deMillian ones seeming like they were painted in around the Philadelphia Museum of Art in infinite waves which from the other end of the Parkway was especially Acroppollean, if that is not too fouffy a word. Well even if it is I like saying it. Good for the neck.
Want to continue to play hooky, but back to work, such as it is and fortunately Madam Butterfly is on the radio. Time for Puccini, maybe no work after all.